Sadie never had green fingers. She over-watered cacti, and accidentally parched or overcut everything else. Her garden was where plants went to die.
But her mum persevered. She gave her a hydrangea. Said it was a piece of cake to look after, that even her daughter could do it. Sadie wasn’t so sure.
She stood, looking down at the tiny purple petals, half expecting them to wilt beneath her gaze.
Hydrangeas. Hydras. Cut off a head and two would take its place. Worth a go, she decided.
A week ago she only had one hydrangea. Now she has a meadow.
But her mum persevered. She gave her a hydrangea. Said it was a piece of cake to look after, that even her daughter could do it. Sadie wasn’t so sure.
She stood, looking down at the tiny purple petals, half expecting them to wilt beneath her gaze.
Hydrangeas. Hydras. Cut off a head and two would take its place. Worth a go, she decided.
A week ago she only had one hydrangea. Now she has a meadow.
